My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 314

【315】Thousands of years cold
"I have drawn the knife!"

Lang Xiaoyao exhaled lightly.

Standing against the wind, with long hair flying, and cold eyes!

The pupils of the warriors around suddenly shrank,

Lang Xiaoyao's knife turned out to be invisible.

Because it cannot be seen, it is everywhere and everywhere.

It may have reached your eyes, it may have reached your throat, it may have reached your soul.

Until your whole being is destroyed by it, you still can't see its existence!

Even your head has been chopped off, you still have your eyes wide open with a confused look on your face.

"There is no knife in your hand, but there is a knife in your heart!"

"Although the knife has no moves, it has moves everywhere!"

This is the top principle in martial arts. Although martial arts are splendid like flowers, they lead to the same goal in the end. Countless martial arts masters have spent their wonderful lives pursuing this realm.

But anyone who can comprehend this truth is a unique martial arts genius.

"Genius, actually a genius!"

"It's impossible!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The complexions of the warriors changed drastically, and complex emotions such as madness and shock surged in their eyes.

"Thirty years ago, there was still a trace of his knife. Unexpectedly, 30 years later, there was no trace of his knife."

Nothingness's tone was full of surprise and admiration.

"It's actually the legendary saying that there is a sword without a sword! There is a trick to win without a move!"

Long Xuetong at the side blinked her beautiful eyes, although she has learned the Yin-Yang Art of Earth, she has comprehended the ultimate mystery of Yin-Yang transformation in the martial arts mental method.

However, in terms of swordsmanship, it will not reach the realm of "no sword is better than sword".

"In my ancient tomb ancestor, there used to be a hero named Yang Mingguo who was a carving hero. He learned from the sword demon Dugu Qiubai's predecessor. After the age of 40, he realized that vegetation, bamboo and stone can be used as swords. Since then, he has refined his skills and gradually entered the realm where no sword is better than a sword. .”

"It's just that my ancestor learned so much, it's a pity that he finally took the sword into his palm, otherwise he would definitely become an unborn master of swordsmanship."

Long Xuetong said in a low voice, his voice was full of disappointment.

Although she can use the jade girl Suxin swordsmanship by fighting left and right, but after all, her sword is going off the edge, and it is difficult to enter the peak state of swordsmanship.

True swordsmanship can turn decay into magic even if the inner strength is mediocre.

A master's move is often within a hair's breadth.

Thinking back to the time when the sword demon Dugu Qiu defeated his predecessors, he didn't practice any profound internal strength, and he was able to shock the martial arts with just his swordsmanship. This is the reason.

"Do you know why I asked you to have a decisive battle on the top of Mount Everest?" Lang Xiaoyao grinned.

"why?"

"Because it's high enough!" Lang Xiaoyao's voice was full of coldness:
"I've been polishing it for 30 years. This is the most perfect and pinnacle knife technique. Only the highest place is worthy of it!"

"What's more, this Mount Everest in the Himalayas has existed for thousands of years, and the mountains are cold for thousands of miles!"

"Today, I will take advantage of the tens of thousands of years of cold air to decapitate your head."

He spoke proudly, but found that Ye Xuan's eyes were full of pity.

It was like looking at a poor wretch!

"Damn it, why do you look at me like that?"

Lang Xiaoyao was slightly angry.

"Ridiculous, do you think that victory without a sword is the pinnacle of swordsmanship? You are really a frog in a well, blinded by a leaf, who doesn't know the vastness of the world and the vastness of the universe!"

Ye Xuan's lips parted slightly, and his eyes mocked lightly: "The sad thing is, until you die, you are still living in Yelang's arrogant dream."

Lang Xiaoyao said: "Nonsense, how old are you, and what kind of sword technique do you know?"

Ye Xuandao: "Wonderful ginseng good fortune, no sword, no self, no trace to find, everything is indestructible!"

Lang Xiaoyao laughed: "As expected, you know, but you have been surrounded by my sword and trapped by the cold."

Ye Xuan shook his head: "Your saber is nothing but broken copper and iron, and the coldness of thousands of miles is only in my mind."

"You think you are at the pinnacle of victory without a sword and with a sword, but you don't know that you are still far away!"

"I do not believe."

Lang Xiaoyao said very seriously: "You are just a little baby, your strength is only because you have practiced the superior art, but your understanding of sword skills can never surpass me."

puff!

Ye Xuan couldn't help but sneered, he took a step forward, and said slowly:

"Do you know what is meant by 'no sword in hand, no sword in heart'?"

"Do you know what 'the knife is me, and I am the knife'?"

"Do you know what is meant by 'No sword, no self, I forget the sword'?"

"Martial arts in the world, different routes lead to the same goal, when you have achieved 'no one without me, things and me are forgotten', you have entered the door!"

"However, this is only the peak of mortals. Above mortals, there are immortals, Buddhas, gods, demons, and all kinds of supernatural powers and profound arts. They are as complicated as the most difficult equations."

"When studying heaven and man, through the changes of the past and the present, the way to become a person! This is only a boast, how dare you use the word peak?"

Everyone was fascinated by what they heard. What Ye Xuan said was the great state and great fortune in martial arts. No matter the thousands of methods and tricks, they all remain the same in the end.

"Nonsense, nonsense, I don't believe it! I don't believe it!! I don't believe it!!!"

He seemed to have collapsed and roared loudly.

It's like when you play a game and go through a lot of hard work to reach level 100. You think you've reached the peak, but a day later you find out that the game company has adjusted the top level to 200.

It's like you are filling up with yellow diamonds, you spent 3 years to upgrade to Lv7, only to suddenly find out that Lv8 came out again, and you want to upgrade to Lv8, the time spent will be several times that of before.

When a warrior thought he was standing at the pinnacle and was invincible in the world, he suddenly found out that he was still in Xinshou Village, this feeling would make people despair!

"I don't believe it, you go to die."

With a loud roar, Lang Xiaoyao suddenly exerted his strength, his long hair flew up, and his eyes flashed lightning. Suddenly, at the height of 8848 meters, the wind swept through the clouds, and the mountains and rivers changed color.

Countless ghostly chills rushed towards Ye Xuan overwhelmingly, while thousands of knife shadows flickered around, making people unable to tell the real from the fake.

"Ye Jiuxuan, who doesn't know how to say big things, I have the guts to take over the knife from the old man."

The swordsman draws his sword, and his momentum is so strong that he dares to go up to Lingxiao to make trouble with the Jade Emperor.

"Borrow thousands of years and thousands of miles of coldness!"

Lang Xiaoyao yelled violently, and half of Mount Everest could hear the sound. Under his feet, Mount Everest, the highest peak in the world, began to tremble.

Rumble!
"earthquake?"

"Avalanche? Or another snow wave?"

"Oh my god, this is too scary!"

"Is this the ultimate move?"

Feeling the vibration under their feet, the faces of the warriors changed wildly.

Suddenly, they felt countless cold air under their feet, and they were shocked, only to see endless "white threads" emerging from the hard rocks under their feet.

No!This is not white silk, this is cold air!

The cold air of thousands of years has been condensed in Mount Everest.

Mount Everest, the highest peak in the world, at this moment, countless streaks of white air and frost visible to the naked eye gathered in the air.

(End of this chapter)